Tempting the Crown(14)

Maybe it was time I found out.

I walked inside, making a turn for the master suite. She was tangled in the sheets. A long leg strewn across the bed. Her arms cradled a pillow. Her hair was auburn with deep hues of golden honey. She looked like a fucking angel sleeping there. I was certain I’d never had one of those in my bed before.

And not one who was anything like this woman.

I took another sip of coffee before placing it next to the bed.

Her head moved. “Mmm.”

“Bonjour.” I shirked the lounge pants from my legs. “Buenos dias.”

I climbed on the bed, taking the sheet over my head.

I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t want to. I pinned her warm sleepy body under me, taking her tit in my mouth. I sucked roughly.

“Ohh.”

She came alive under my slow hands as I massaged her swollen clit. I licked, swirling my tongue over her.

She whimpered, bucking her hips towards my hand. I felt her walls flutter against my fingers. I plunged them deep in her entrance, making her groan in my ear. Fuck. She was incredible. Already wet and ready. Soft and warm.

I kissed her neck and her shoulder. Burning my way to her mouth.

No man could get enough of her lips. It was like she was laced with nectar.

The morning light filtered in through the drapes. Her eyes were hooded with lust. With desire.

My impatience won the battle. I nudged her leg to the side, pressing my hard dick to her pussy. She soaked my shaft with her honey, sliding back and forth. Daring me to fuck her like this. To drive myself home.

“Fuck, love,” I growled. I didn’t have much self-restraint but I leaned for the drawer, sheathing myself in a condom in record time.

Her hands carried over her head as I secured her wrists with one hand. She was mine. So sweet and submissive. I kissed her as my cock sank into her with driving force.

“Oh God,” she purred.

I watched her. My eyes locked on hers as I slammed into her over and over.

Her pussy wrapped my cock in velvet heat, clenching and gripping every time I seared our bodies together. It was the hottest pussy I’d ever experienced. God, I was fucking lost in her.

I thrust again, knowing I was going to come hard.

I reached down, flicking her clit with urgency. She had to come too.

“Come, baby. Fucking come. I want you to drench my cock.”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes.” Her eyes closed.

“Look at me.”

Her long lashes lifted and the fire blazed in her stare. I massaged her nub, drawing the orgasm from her one stroke after another. Mine was building at the base of my spine and I was going to fucking come in seconds.

A bead of sweat dropped from my chest and landed on her breast, rolling along her creamy skin. I cinched her wrists tighter as the rip cord in my body sprung free like a parachute and my release begged to be rewarded.

“Fuck,” I growled. “You’re fucking mine. Right now.”

“Yes.” She breathed. She panted my name as her walls seized my dick and rattled my balls. “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Oh please.”

“Never,” I promised.

She was feverish and flushed. Her eyes dazed with sexual power as I delivered her a second orgasm.

I watched in awe as she rode it to its peak before it spilled to complete calm.

I collapsed on top of her. I could stay inside this woman all day.





10

Molly



I didn’t know what was supposed to happen now. I was sure any minute Damon was going to kick me out of bed and send me home. That would be it. The end of the contract. The end of my one-night fantasy.

He’s breathing returned to normal. He pushed off the mattress, looking at me with the kind of look that made me want to do what we had done all over again.

“I-I should go?” I whispered.

“I had coffee brought up,” he answered. “Join me.”

He rolled away and I immediately missed the closeness of his body.

I watched in awe as he pulled a pair of lounge pants over his powerful legs and tucked his shaft inside. My clothes had been strung all over the residence. I wasn’t sure I could put them back together.

I bit my lip, not sure how to proceed.

Damon walked to his dresser and grabbed a shirt. “How about this, love?”

He tossed a white T-shirt to me.

I nodded. “Thanks.”

I threaded it over my head and stood. It barely covered the edge of my bottom.

He pressed his lips together, frowning. “Wait here.”

Damon strolled to a door at the other end of the room. He turned on the light and my jaw dropped when I saw the rows of suits. It was a wardrobe as large as my entire apartment.

He returned with a pair of jogging shorts with a drawstring.

“Probably a little big, but maybe you can tighten them.”